Trev Johnston, Trony Jihnson, and Juan Troyson are at a party, in a corner, drinking beers, observing the action.
Trev: Wo, wo, wo, 4 o clock, dudes. Look, at that, ass.
Juan: I can't tell analog time.
Trony: I'm gonna marry the shit outta her.
Trev: That one, bro.
Juan: Oh, man. What I wouldn't give to get a coffee with THAT.
Trev: Yup some decaf cappacino, and before you know it
Juan and Trony: LIGHT CONVERSATION!
Trev: Yeah buddy. Cover me, ladies, I'm going in.
Trev goes to talk to her.
Juan: Man, I am tired.
Trony: Oh yeah?
Juan: Yup, Lena came over last night, we cuddled ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
Trony: Spoon that shit like a butternut squash bisque!
Juan and Trony shake hands. Trev comes back.
Juan: Got the digits?
Trev: Better. Address.
Trony: Oh snapdragons.
Trev: Some roses a bottle of chardonnay a thoughtful card and in a
couple of weeks
Juan and Trony: Going Steady!
Trev smashes a beer can against his forehead and throws it into a recycling bin.
Trev: I am so kinda drunk right now.
Juan: Gimme your keys. We're taking a taxi home.
Trev tosses Juan the keys instantly.
Trev: No shit. Do I look retarded?
Trony: I had three daquiries during appetizers earlier.
Trev: Good call. Maybe we should walk. I don't wanna annoy the taxi
Juan: Fine by me. This party blows anyway.
Trony: Can we try to hustle, fellas? Gotta water my bonzai.
They all begin speed walking home.